I call'd the devil, and he came,
And with wonder his form did I closely scan;
He is not ugly, and is not lame,
But really a handsome and charming man.
A man in the prime of life is the devil,
Obliging, a man of the world, and civil;
A diplomatist too, well skill'd in debate,
He talks quite glibly of church and state.
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Tell your master that if there were as many devils at Worms as
tiles on its roofs, I would read more
Tell your master that if there were as many devils at Worms as
tiles on its roofs, I would enter.
Accursed be he who plays with the devil.
[Ger., Verflucht wer mit dem Teufel spielt.]
Accursed be he who plays with the devil.
[Ger., Verflucht wer mit dem Teufel spielt.]
The Devil himself, which is the author of confusion and lies.
The Devil himself, which is the author of confusion and lies.
His form had yet not lost
All his original brightness, not appear'd
Less than arch-angel ruined, and read more
His form had yet not lost
All his original brightness, not appear'd
Less than arch-angel ruined, and th' excess
Of glory obscured.
The spirit that I have seen
May be a devil, and the devil hath power
T' assume read more
The spirit that I have seen
May be a devil, and the devil hath power
T' assume a pleasing shape, yea, and perhaps
Out of my weakness and my melancholy,
As he is very potent with such spirits,
Abuses me to damn me.
The bane of all that dread the Devil!
The bane of all that dread the Devil!
Whenever science makes a discovery, the devil grabs it while the angels are debating the best way to use it.
Whenever science makes a discovery, the devil grabs it while the angels are debating the best way to use it.
If you get down and quarell everyday, you're saying prayers to the devil, I say.
If you get down and quarell everyday, you're saying prayers to the devil, I say.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than read more
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold;
That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
